hollywood draw

In front of the door of the Beverly Dolby Theater, a red carpet is surrounded by a large number of media reporters and movie fans.

After the Rolls-Royce Silver Spine stopped smoothly, Wayne opened the car door and helped Naomi Watts in a black evening dress. Facing the snow-white flash, the two of them walked forward with smiles on their faces.

"Hey, Wayne, look here!"

"Director Greenberg, please cooperate and let's take a photo."

"Ms. Watts, here..."

"..."

When the media reporter saw them walking on the red carpet, they were shouting loudly, hoping that the two of them would slow down, pose in some simple poses, and cooperate with them to take more photos.

However, the two obviously had no idea. Although they kept smiling after getting off the car, they walked very fast.

Wayne directly ignored the media reporters, and a side of the movie fan screamed, leading Naomi Watts straight to the entrance of the theater.

"Dear." The Australian girl kept smiling and waved to the fans from time to time, causing a burst of shouting. "There are many fans there, and they still have "Vanity Fair" with your cover! Are you sure you can sign an autograph?"

"This is not my video opening ceremony, there is no need to steal the spotlight and show the limelight."

While speaking softly, Wayne's steps did not slow down at all, as if he hadn't seen his own fans. "Remember to remind Nina to contact Daisy from the fan organization, and I will release some autographs for the hardcore fans."

He hasn't done this since he was at the premiere a few years ago because of autographs for fans. Compared with the problems that may arise, it is less important to show up and get close to fans. He is not a star standing in front of the stage.

On this occasion, it is even more impossible to interact with movie fans. This is not his premiere. He is just here to stand on the stage, so he can't steal the limelight and cause displeasure with David Finch.

Compared to the celebrities who walked on the red carpet before, Wayne and the other two were much faster. When they walked to the interview area, they could see that the reporter in front hurriedly ended the interview and turned his attention to them.

The two took the signature pen handed over by the staff. After signing, several reporters immediately surrounded them, and the microphone and recorder also reached in front of them.

"Director Greenberg, can you talk about your opinion on David Finch?"

A female reporter with "Hollywood Chronicle" hanging on her chest couldn't wait to ask.

"A great director." Wayne understands the meaning of coming here. Since he is to support the other party, he will never be stingy with his praise." After watching "The Seven Deadly Sins", you will find that David Finch is definitely the director closest to Hitch Kirk in the contemporary era, although the two of them have completely different styles.

But the same thing is that they use camera language with great taste. They really use audio-visual thinking to express suspense, rather than using a pronunciation to express some suspense words through lines, which reflects his pure audio-visual and pure movie thinking..."

Naomi Watts smiled, held the man's arm, watched him face the reporter's questions, and achieved a perfect role as a foil.

She knew in her heart what her positioning was for this stage. Even if she put on makeup for more than two hours before going out, she would not become the center of the media.

But when her eyes turned, the smile on her face suddenly froze. Behind the group of reporters, a beautiful woman in a professional dress with a white shirt and a lower hip skirt was looking at herself up and down with curious eyes.

It was Bella Grant, and Naomi Watts immediately recognized her as soon as he saw the majestic peaks of the other party that almost supported his white shirt, and the delicate face he had his hair tied up.

During this period, Wayne was rarely very honest. He did not let any woman come to the manor, nor did he go out to spend the night without hiding it, giving the Australian girl an illusion that this man was alone.

The moment she saw the beautiful editor-in-chief, she woke up in a daze. The reason why this man around her was so honest was that she was considering her mood. Some things could not be changed after all.

"...Wayne, what do you think of the box office of this "The Seven Deadly Sins"?"

Wayne smiled and said to the recorder with confidence: "No doubt, this is an outstanding work, it will be the box office champion this weekend, and no other film can threaten "The Seven Deadly Sins"!"

"Wayne, the last question." A male reporter held up his microphone and asked loudly: "Do you think this masterpiece of David Fincher hopes that this predecessor Batman will surpass your predecessor Batman and threaten your position as the box office champion of the year?"

"Hey, brother, this has given me a problem." Wayne shook his head with a wry smile, raised his arm and pointed at the theater, "I can only tell you that David Finch is a good director, and some great films do not need to be measured by box office. As for whether it threatens Batman's annual champion position, fans need to go into the theater and find the answers."

After saying that, he gently patted Naomi Watts on the waist and was about to leave the interview area. He had already seen someone coming over on the red carpet and was about to make a seat for the guests who would come later.

"Look where!" The Australian girl held his arm, signaled behind several reporters, and whispered to remind her. "Your cow lover didn't come to interview you today!"

"Nami, that's because she doesn't want unhappiness." As soon as Wayne reminded her, he looked up and saw Bella Grant in a professional outfit. He nodded gently to the other party, pulled the Australian girl and turned around and walked towards the theater.

It is difficult to guess the emotions of pregnant women. Obviously Bella Grant also knows this. Everyone is decent. If there is unhappiness in such an occasion, the names of the three of them will probably appear on the front pages of many media tomorrow morning.

"Wayne, thank you for coming."

As soon as he entered the theater gate, David Finch, who was the master, came up and smiled and stretched out his hand. "Good evening, Ms. Watts."

Wayne shook hands with the other party and said politely: "I'm glad to know you, David. "The Seven Deadly Sins" is a masterpiece and will definitely be a great success!"

Looking at this director who was nearly ten years older than him, he sighed in his heart. The movie directed by the person in front of him made him appreciate the charm of black *** for the first time.

"Hi, Wayne." Before they could say a few words of greetings, an old Jewish man came out of the theater and waved him with a smile on his face. "Let's go, David will be very busy tonight. Let's talk together again in the future if you have the chance. Let's go in first."

"Good evening, George."

The one who came out was George Lucas, the father of Star Wars. Wayne hugged him and turned to David Finch, nodding politely. "Don't hello to me, keep busy, George and I will go in first."

"Okay, see you in the cinema later."

It was not until the three people's backs disappeared on the stairs that David Finch retracted his gaze.

If he likes whose shooting style he most, it is undoubtedly this young man. Although he entered this circle nearly ten years earlier than the other party, his development speed is very different.

When he finally picked up the guide and started to produce his first movie in his life, "Alien 3", the young man had already achieved amazing box office achievements. Two people in both black styles had completely different destinies.

Now he only hopes that this "Seven Deadly Sins" can achieve great success as the other party, and never repeat the collapse of reputation that occurred in "Alien 3".

"George, you know David very well?"

Wayne took Naomi Watts to the Father of Star Wars and asked curiously while walking towards the lounge on the second floor.

Not only could George Lucas be invited, but he could also help him to check on the guests. Their relationship aroused Wayne's curiosity.

"Okay." George Lucas slapped his forehead and explained: "David was not a director at the beginning, he was a special effects expert at Industrial Light and Magic. As early as 80 years old, he had participated in the special effects work of "Star Wars", so..."

He was also a favorite supporter, and he immediately figured out the general situation. From this point of view, it was probably that David Finch was able to direct "Alien", so there should be the face of the father of Star Wars.

The three of them walked into the lounge, nodded and greeted people all the way, and came to the rest area and sat down.

"I heard that Steven has looked for you several times?" Looking at this young junior, George Lucas immediately remembered his old friend. DreamWorks's situation is not very good now.

"Here!" As he spoke, Nina, who had already come in through the back door, walked towards them.

"Yes, I've looked for me a few times." Wayne shrugged and said without hesitation: "But I've been rejected by my agent. George, I can't direct projects from other companies, Steven's Dreamworks is not good either. Moreover, my work plan has been scheduled for two thousand years and I don't have time."

"It's okay, we all understand some things."

George Lucas sighed in his heart. Even though he knew the opportunity was slim, he kept trying to ask this young man to take action in order to enable DreamWorks to develop better.

But as long as you think about it carefully, you will know that the possibility of asking him is equal to zero. I am afraid that Wayne would rather make a movie for other giants than accept the invitation from DreamWorks. Their position is naturally opposite.

As one of the major shareholders of Warner Bros., it would be nice to be able to suppress DreamWorks without taking action on their own. This is the most basic business awareness. As long as DreamWorks' ambition to become bigger, this sense of opposition will only become more and more obvious, and there is no other solution.

Just as Wayne and George Lucas were chatting, not far from them, two eyes were also watching him seriously.

"Kevin, is that young man? Do you want to take him to our company to visit?" An old man with silver hair withdrew his gaze and looked at his companion in confusion.

From his tone, you can tell that he disagrees. In fact, he also thought so. It is simply a whimsical idea to rely on a film director to save the company, let alone a *** in his early twenties?!

Kevin Feige didn't care about his companions and stared at the young Hollywood boss intently. "My target today is him. No matter what, I have to find an opportunity to talk to him!"